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As I see the moonI have been expecting to seeFor so long,I can no longer haltThe tide from creeping,Blue and warm,From the holes where myLove resides.
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I deplore him.His skin, his eyes unseeingStaring through my bodyLike two tiny dead embryosFacing the mothers that aborted them,Whom they so stormily r..
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My broken logic beats unkindly:Fear, fear, fear.I want to go out into the worldNo more than a father rabbitWants to watch his childrenCaught, skinned ..
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As soft as stone, as hard as woolIn honeyed tones, I right my wrongAs warm as winter, as empty as fullIts sweet to think of a dead birds song.
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I say I love you,Yet I cannot recoverThe impression of your hand in mine.
I say I love you,Yet the taste of your lipsIs a hazy flavour.I say I love y..
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Lying as one,Heartbeat to heartbeat.Your life reverberates off mineAs we lie, entwinedMy cheek, sticking to your viscidchestAnd my hand holding yoursL..
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Along the waters edgeWhere trees twist in saluteOf golden orbsAnd over riverTurned dirt lies settling,History squeezing the air.Familiar faces pass by..
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I stood in the hall with one hand on the brown front door, holding it ajar. I could see a sliver of the house across the road and the rusty yellowJeep..
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The hills surround meLikeobedientdogs.They tumble and slideBut sit quite still and unmoving.The air around me like the puff off a cigar,Churning dizzi..
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Villanelle
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